Literary Epitaphs (Part 1)

violentwavesofemotion:

Anne Sexton:

“Rats live on no evil star.”

John Keats:

“Here lies One Whose Name was writ in Water.”

Ernest Hemingway:

“Best of all he loved the fall / the leaves yellow on the cottonwoods / leaves floating on the trout streams / and above the hills the high blue windless skies…now he will be a part of them forever.”

Emily Dickinson:

“Called Back.”

Sylvia Plath:

“Even amidst fierce flames / The golden lotus can be planted.”

Allen Ginsberg:

“My heart is still, as time will tell.”

Elizabeth Bishop:

“All the untidy activity continues, awful but cheerful.”

Hilda Doolittle:

“So you may say, / Greek flower; Greek ecstasy / Reclaims Forever / One who died / Following / Intricate Song’s lost Measure.”

Robert Lowell:

“The immortal is scraped / Unconsenting from the mortal.”

Virginia Woolf:

“Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding o Death! The waves broke on the shore.”

Robert Frost:

“I had A Lover’s Quarrel With The World.”

Edgar Allan Poe:

“Here, at last, he is happy.”

Rainer Maria Rilke:

“Rose, oh pure contradiction, delight / of being no one’s sleep under so / many lids.”

Henry Miller:

“I am going to beat those bastards,”

Dylan Thomas:

“Time held me green and dying / Though I sang in my chains like the sea…”